Imagination.

It's pretty much what I do,

Let me do what it is I do,

And give you what it is,

That you're entitled to.

If you can get into the words that I mention,

Then I'm capable of relaxing your mind,

And stimulating your senses.

By the time it's over,

You'll be defenseless.

From a softhearted touch. Caressing you in a verbal notion,

A still verse yet from a life in motion.

Poetry.

It is my potion,

Can I put you under my spell?

Like the predator at night that preys,

My words echoing in your mind,

That just won't go away.

Forever engraved in your brain,

I wanna touch your soul,

And let my words soothe you.

I wanna stand you still, though

And let my words move you.

Eccentric is how I express my mind,

Through paper and pen.

So should I let you in?

You know you want to,

Don't you?